(Eddie doesn't realize that he's being stared at. It's no smaller wonder. Eddie wouldn't notice if Pennywise itself was creeping up behind him. There was something so deeply consuming about space that Eddie was caught up in its endless nebula and blackholes and swirling clouds of impossible motion made possible.
In all truth, the only time Eddie had ever felt this wholly content, this safe, this happy himself was one or two very tender, very sweet memories of his friends. This would be something he would cherish for the rest of his short, miserable life.)
Yes I do. (Eddie insists this at once and without a single thought to it. If there is absolutely anything he has learned, it is that adults are extremely self-motivated. So are kids but in a completely different way. Adults didn't need to do anything for kids. All Sans could have done was pat Eddie on the head, assure him everything was fine, tell him to suck it up, and be on his merry way.
But no. Sans took the time to be so much more to Eddie than any adult ever has. He gave him a sense of validation, gave him companionship in a suddenly cold, foreign world, and gave him an outlet for Eddie to tuck some of his darker secrets into.
Eddie's best relationships have all formed like this: out of the blue and all at once. Nothing drawn out and developed. His trust is simple but unwavering.)
I think maybe we both could. (He's not oblivious. He idly squeezes his hand into a fist- the hand he wore the scarf around.
Eddie looks at Sans straight on and shrugs his small, bony shoulders (ha).)
You can ask me whatever you want to ask me. Shoot.
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In all truth, the only time Eddie had ever felt this wholly content, this safe, this happy himself was one or two very tender, very sweet memories of his friends. This would be something he would cherish for the rest of his short, miserable life.)
Yes I do. (Eddie insists this at once and without a single thought to it. If there is absolutely anything he has learned, it is that adults are extremely self-motivated. So are kids but in a completely different way. Adults didn't need to do anything for kids. All Sans could have done was pat Eddie on the head, assure him everything was fine, tell him to suck it up, and be on his merry way.
But no. Sans took the time to be so much more to Eddie than any adult ever has. He gave him a sense of validation, gave him companionship in a suddenly cold, foreign world, and gave him an outlet for Eddie to tuck some of his darker secrets into.
Eddie's best relationships have all formed like this: out of the blue and all at once. Nothing drawn out and developed. His trust is simple but unwavering.)
I think maybe we both could. (He's not oblivious. He idly squeezes his hand into a fist- the hand he wore the scarf around.
Eddie looks at Sans straight on and shrugs his small, bony shoulders (ha).)
You can ask me whatever you want to ask me. Shoot.